Bug
(#90875863)
Level 1 Auraboa
Louse
Root Dweller
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Auraboa
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
18.2 m
Wingspan
14.44 m
Weight
5011.37 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Giraffe (Auraboa)
Giraffe (Auraboa)
Lapis
Woven (Auraboa)
Woven (Auraboa)
Cinnamon
Fishbone (Auraboa)
Fishbone (Auraboa)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Auraboa
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
7
INT
8
VIT
6
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Lifted from SpringtimeStorm
MerlinEmrys
Lifted from Glade
Days passed, and Glade could tell that her companion was becoming antsy. Beautiful as the Starfall Isles were, she felt ready to continue her journey.
So she and SpringtimeStorm said their goodbyes and took flight. They danced and chased each other around the Pillar of the World, soaring over the Behemoth, until they finally took respite in a sleepy corner of the Worldedge Wetlands.
They explored the fertile undergrowth of the mangroves and scoured the verdant shoals, until they came across an odd congregation of dragons.
Cautiously, the pair approached the spectacle.
They were quickly stopped in a small dell, where they found themselves surrounded by four strange, snake-like dragons [1], [2], [3], [4]. They circled them, curiously. Almost suspicious. They asked questions, where they came from, what they were doing here.
The strange dragons closed in, cornering the pair. Glade quickly tried to shield SpringtimeStorm from the threat, folding him protectively behind her wing.
She stared down the dragons, trying to be brave. Her gaze locked sternly with the beady red glare of the dragon armoured with cruel-looking spines. She watched its eye twitch, then crinkle, then it let out a strange sound. Almost a bark. Then another. Then another.
It was laughing. Its fellows shortly followed, falling one by one into harmless, giggling heaps. She looked between them, utterly bewildered, feeling SpringtimeStorm peek out from behind her wing, matching her confusion.
The ethereal blue dragon recovered first, apologising for their japery and introducing himself as Ithil, his brother, Bug, and their companions, Martin and Ulyssa.
They told the pair many travellers seem to find their clan, but they were the first these four had met first hand. They offered food and accommodation for their troubles, leading them into a patchwork lair, filled with a vibrant tapestry of dragons. From dark-eyed Spirals to bushy-tailed Coatls, earnest Fae and guileless Snappers, dragons from every corner of the world seemed to exist in chaos and harmony here.
SpringtimeStorm and Glade found themselves welcomed warmly, plied with delicious, fresh food, and incredible stories. They even managed to bump tails with another traveller by the name of Asiri, who was visiting his hatchlings while searching for answers to some sort of prophecy.
They found a warm nest to share and hunkered down for the night, taking a well-deserved rest before continuing their journey.
MerlinEmrys
Days passed, and the Starfall Isles began to feel as comfortable and familiar as the Scarred Wasteland had once been. But soon, the tedium of sedentary life began to take its toll on the nomadic SpringtimeStorm. Before he met Glade, he would have gladly remained in service to his clan, plodding through the days until it was time to lift up their roots once more, but now, he had a mate to follow. Perhaps even a new clan to found, should he be so fortunate.
So he and Glade bade his former clan farewell and took to the skies together. They danced and chased each other around the Pillar of the World, soaring over the Behemoth, until they finally took respite in a sleepy corner of the Worldedge Wetlands.
They explored the fertile undergrowth of the mangroves, scoured the verdant shoals, until they came across a gathering of strange, mismatched dragons.
Cautiously, the pair approached the spectacle.
They were quickly stopped in a small dell, where they found themselves surrounded by four strange, snake-like dragons [1], [2], [3], [4]. They circled them, curiously. Almost suspicious. They asked questions, where they came from, what they were doing here.
The strange dragons closed in, cornering the pair. SpringtimeStorm found himself guarded behind Glade's bright, shimmering wing, protected from whatever these creatures wanted from them.
Suddenly, just as he curled protectively into himself, bracing for an attack, he heard laughter. Daring to open an eye, he saw the spined dragon collapse in a fit of undignified giggles. The other three shortly followed, leaving himself and Glade standing bemused beneath a grand ash tree.
The ethereal blue dragon recovered first, apologising for their japery and introducing himself as Ithil, his brother, Bug, and their companions, Martin and Ulyssa.
They told the pair many travellers seem to find their clan, but they were the first these four had met first hand. They offered food and accommodation for their troubles, leading them into a patchwork lair, filled with a vibrant tapestry of dragons. From dark-eyed Spirals to bushy-tailed Coatls, earnest Fae and guileless Snappers, dragons from every corner of the world seemed to exist in chaos and harmony here.
SpringtimeStorm and Glade found themselves welcomed warmly, plied with delicious, fresh food, and incredible stories. They even managed to bump tails with another traveller by the name of Asiri, who was visiting his hatchlings while searching for answers to some sort of prophecy.
They found a warm nest to share and hunkered down for the night, taking a well-deserved rest before continuing their journey.
So he and Glade bade his former clan farewell and took to the skies together. They danced and chased each other around the Pillar of the World, soaring over the Behemoth, until they finally took respite in a sleepy corner of the Worldedge Wetlands.
They explored the fertile undergrowth of the mangroves, scoured the verdant shoals, until they came across a gathering of strange, mismatched dragons.
Cautiously, the pair approached the spectacle.
They were quickly stopped in a small dell, where they found themselves surrounded by four strange, snake-like dragons [1], [2], [3], [4]. They circled them, curiously. Almost suspicious. They asked questions, where they came from, what they were doing here.
The strange dragons closed in, cornering the pair. SpringtimeStorm found himself guarded behind Glade's bright, shimmering wing, protected from whatever these creatures wanted from them.
Suddenly, just as he curled protectively into himself, bracing for an attack, he heard laughter. Daring to open an eye, he saw the spined dragon collapse in a fit of undignified giggles. The other three shortly followed, leaving himself and Glade standing bemused beneath a grand ash tree.
The ethereal blue dragon recovered first, apologising for their japery and introducing himself as Ithil, his brother, Bug, and their companions, Martin and Ulyssa.
They told the pair many travellers seem to find their clan, but they were the first these four had met first hand. They offered food and accommodation for their troubles, leading them into a patchwork lair, filled with a vibrant tapestry of dragons. From dark-eyed Spirals to bushy-tailed Coatls, earnest Fae and guileless Snappers, dragons from every corner of the world seemed to exist in chaos and harmony here.
SpringtimeStorm and Glade found themselves welcomed warmly, plied with delicious, fresh food, and incredible stories. They even managed to bump tails with another traveller by the name of Asiri, who was visiting his hatchlings while searching for answers to some sort of prophecy.
They found a warm nest to share and hunkered down for the night, taking a well-deserved rest before continuing their journey.
Lifted from Glade
MerlinEmrys - 61556
Days passed, and Glade could tell that her companion was becoming antsy. Beautiful as the Starfall Isles were, she felt ready to continue her journey.
So she and SpringtimeStorm said their goodbyes and took flight. They danced and chased each other around the Pillar of the World, soaring over the Behemoth, until they finally took respite in a sleepy corner of the Worldedge Wetlands.
They explored the fertile undergrowth of the mangroves and scoured the verdant shoals, until they came across an odd congregation of dragons.
Cautiously, the pair approached the spectacle.
They were quickly stopped in a small dell, where they found themselves surrounded by four strange, snake-like dragons [1], [2], [3], [4]. They circled them, curiously. Almost suspicious. They asked questions, where they came from, what they were doing here.
The strange dragons closed in, cornering the pair. Glade quickly tried to shield SpringtimeStorm from the threat, folding him protectively behind her wing.
She stared down the dragons, trying to be brave. Her gaze locked sternly with the beady red glare of the dragon armoured with cruel-looking spines. She watched its eye twitch, then crinkle, then it let out a strange sound. Almost a bark. Then another. Then another.
It was laughing. Its fellows shortly followed, falling one by one into harmless, giggling heaps. She looked between them, utterly bewildered, feeling SpringtimeStorm peek out from behind her wing, matching her confusion.
The ethereal blue dragon recovered first, apologising for their japery and introducing himself as Ithil, his brother, Bug, and their companions, Martin and Ulyssa.
They told the pair many travellers seem to find their clan, but they were the first these four had met first hand. They offered food and accommodation for their troubles, leading them into a patchwork lair, filled with a vibrant tapestry of dragons. From dark-eyed Spirals to bushy-tailed Coatls, earnest Fae and guileless Snappers, dragons from every corner of the world seemed to exist in chaos and harmony here.
SpringtimeStorm and Glade found themselves welcomed warmly, plied with delicious, fresh food, and incredible stories. They even managed to bump tails with another traveller by the name of Asiri, who was visiting his hatchlings while searching for answers to some sort of prophecy.
They found a warm nest to share and hunkered down for the night, taking a well-deserved rest before continuing their journey.
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Exalting Bug to the service of the Gladekeeper will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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